When Truth falls down
And the false vanity takes over
I wake up to a fresh morning
Where every smile has a hidden motive
Where every lending hand is filled with jealousy
I sit back and try to capture
What my worth is in this fancy stage.
They never learnt acting
Yet their valour performances
Attract every selfless persona
And thus makes the colourful world
Even more brighter
But with minimal contrast.
Freedom beholds me
Still I ought to know the truth
But should I take on the False?
Isn’t that what the world wants?
He says, “All the world’s a stage”
My innocent starts admiring the drama
But for how long?
Down within myself
I know this is not the truth
But what else can I do?
Other than being an appreciable audience.
Everyone’s turn comes on the stage
When mine shall come
I would put no make up
Give no monologues
Only speak the truth
Speak my heart out
But will I be allowed?
My brain argues with my heart
Am I brave? Or just a scapegoat?
Am I thinking too much?
Or just plain complaining?
Confusion surrounds me now
The dark seem more bright
As I return to my bed
And end my day
I shall pray
At least in my dreams
O Lord, let me see
What is nothing but the truth.
